In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her read more

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.

Life without the courage for death is slavery

Life without the courage for death is slavery

I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
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I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

Whatever day
Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted

I didn't know I was a slave until I found out I couldn't do the things I wanted

The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are read more

The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are mental states.

The man who gives me employment, which I must have or suffer,
that man is my master, let me read more

The man who gives me employment, which I must have or suffer,
that man is my master, let me call him what I will.

The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every
man is free who breathes read more

The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every
man is free who breathes it.

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls read more

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves.